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FOREST 
AND STREAM 
July, 1918 
Hotel 
Chamberlin 
Transportation Service by 
both Rail and Water as 
far south as Old Point 
Comfort was never better! 
H ERE’S comfort, health 
ncl happy excitement 
for you from early morn to 
dewy eve. 
No matter what you want in a 
vacation. The Chamberlin has it. 
Is it Golf?—right, bring your 
clubs. An interesting Sporty 
Eighteen-Hole Golf Course owned 
and operated by the Chamberlin. 
Is it Swimming?—right, the salt 
water bathing in the big Mosaic, 
Sun-lit Sea Pool is great. 
Is it Sunshine?—we’re drenched 
with it, ozone too. 
Is it Southern Cooking?—not a 
“ Mammy ” in the South can beat 
the Chamberlin cuisine. 
Is it Medicinal Baths?—we du¬ 
plicate every treatment given at 
Vichy, Aix, Carlsbad, Nauheim or 
Harrogate, under the best profes¬ 
sional skill. 
But perhaps the most fascinating side of all is the Social Life, for here 
mingle Society and the Army, Naval and Aeronautical representatives of 
our own country, and those of our Allies, as nowhere else on the continent. 
In any event, write for our special booklet, “Golf”—it contains the 
first Aeroplane Map of a Golf Course ever published in America 
Address: GEO. F. ADAMS, Mgr., Fortress Monroe, Va. 
HILDEBRANDT 
BAITS 
Hook and Land’em. 
You can depend on the old, reliable 
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years of experience in the game of fool¬ 
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to select from, every one made like a 
piece of jewelry. Each bait designed for 
some particular fish or kind of fishing. 
Write for the big 1918 Hildebrandt cata¬ 
log of Baits and Tackle; baits shown in 
full size and actual colors. A two-cent 
stamp brings it. 
The John J. Hildebrandt Co. 
1057 High St. Logansport, Ind. 
WATERPROOF 
MATCHBOX 
Worth far more than its weight in gold to the 
hunter, trapper or camper, or to anyone who may 
find himself without shelter. Every soldier and 
selectman ought to have one. Holds enough 
matches for several days and ic 
absolutely waterproof. Made of 
seamless brass with watertight 
cover. Size of 10-gauge shell— 
just right for pocket. Thousands 
used by American and Allied 
officers and soldiers. Get one now— 
be prepared for emergencies. 
50 CENTS AT YOUR DEALERS 
or by mail postpaid upon receipt of 
price, if your dealer won't supply you. 
Write for catalog of Marble’s Sixty 
Specialties for Sportsman. 
Marble Arms & Mfg. Co. 
526 Delta Ave., Gladstone, Mich. 
Trained Rabbit Hounds, Foxhounds, Coon, Opossum, Skunk, Squirrel Dogs, 
Setters, Pointers, Pet and Farm Dogs. Ferrets, 10c. 
BROWN’S KENNELS YORK, PA. 
GETTING MOUNTAIN¬ 
EERING REPUTATION 
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“Well, you won’t,” said he. “You will be 
buried up there, and your friends and fam¬ 
ily will never see you more. Young man, 
try not the pass. Cut out the ‘Excelsior’ 
stuff and be reasonable. Let the excelsior 
stay around the bottles.” 
All the time I could see that he was look¬ 
ing more and more hopeful. He thought 
that in all probability I would try that 
climb and come back badly bunged up 
enough to give him a patient at least. 
In fact, he did prevail upon two or three 
of our best people—a Congressman, an 
editor, and one or two others, to remain in 
camp with him. Confidentially he explained 
to everyone else that while he did not wish 
to crab the act in any way, he was con¬ 
fident that one certain person—meaning the 
undersigned—would never make the ascent, 
and if so would never get down again. I 
heard him cautioning several friends, to 
each of whom he gave a bottle of strychnia. 
“If he gets blue around the finger nails 
or lips,” said he hoarsely, casting a glance 
at me, “give him some of this. Then get 
him down to the camp again as fast as you 
can. We will bury his remains here.” 
W ITH these few cheerful farewells I 
started out with the rest of the 
party early—unnecessarily early—on 
the next morning. That was when McCor¬ 
mick and I came so near to riding up the 
mountain on our two mules, Mike and Pipe, 
before the rest of the party could catch up 
with us. When we were nearly up to the 
foot of the Chimney, where the actual 
climbing begins, Mr. Mather hailed us and 
told us to get down, as it was not consid¬ 
ered in good form to ride a mule up Whit¬ 
ney from the west side. 
So McCormick and I descended and rue¬ 
fully turned our mules back down the 
mountain. We were alone amidst arretes, 
neves, cornices, couloirs, crevasses, and 
everything else there is going in mountain 
terrors. And now we were on foot. Our 
trusty mules were gone. 
I suppose it may be 2,500 or 3,000 feet to 
the top of Whitney from the foot of the 
Chimney, where the most difficult part of 
the ascent begins. Most of the party went 
right on up, skipping merrily from peak to 
peak, and probably not stopping at all— 
we could not see from where we were. I 
had chartered a special guide for myself, 
the head packer, who no more minded 
climbing Mount Whitney than one does 
stepping on an elevator. I told him if he 
would get me up the mountain in spite of 
the doctor I would give him ten dollars. 
“Do you mean that?” said he, and I as¬ 
sured him that I did. 
“You are up there now,” said he, “if I 
have to take you up in pieces and set you 
up again—that ten dollars is never going 
to get away from me!” 
So, in company with my guide, and hear¬ 
ing in mind the gloomy counsels of our 
physician, I started up the Chimney, trying 
to remember all the mountain lore I had 
forgotten in my earlier years. Much to my 
surprise, nothing seemed to happen. On 
the contrary, I never felt better in my life. 
My guide got disgusted, and taking the 
